Bravery Sets In

Astonishing "fear" spread over me when I realized how brave and carefree Christopher has become. Yesterday, as we walked in the door from running some errands, I told Christopher we could go outside and play after I laid a sleeping Kaela in her crib. Without giving it much thought, I had already unlocked the back door...mistake. Literally, I walked up the stairs, laid her in her crib, and immediately walked back down the stairs in time to see my son disappearing around the corner of our sunroom, pushing his big tonka truck. I quickly, yet quietly followed him out and peeked around the corner to see where and how far he would go alone. I was surprised to watch him walk clear down behind the furthest townhouse from us, and push his truck down the hill. He then proceeded to push it back up and then down twice before he yelled: "Mommy. I need help, it's heavy!" He still hadn't even looked around to see if I was there. Yikes! Here are a couple pictures I snapped - they're from far away since he didn't know I was out there yet.

Going to retrieve his truck.

Strong boy - pushing it all the way back up the hill.

And down it goes again.

After pushing the truck down the hill several more times, we walked a few feet up the hill then Christopher rode the truck down to the bottom. He laughed so hard he almost puked. We had a great time together.